User blog comment:Bluestripe the Wild/Rise of the Mercenaries Reboot/@comment-3135907-20160425054212/@comment-3135907-20160606022154

Vil sheathed the saber and bowed slightly to his companions. "This way, Boss." He raised his eyes to meet those of his mutual fox. "Zager."

He turned in a mirage of fabrics dusty and worn by travel. One charcoal paw fell on the curved hilt of the Eastern saber; the blade, a perfect crescent of hard grey steel, jangled in the metal jacket of the equally-curved scabbard. A satisfying sound to his ear.

The fox turned, with a glance over his shoulder and a wink in his eye. "Coming?"